I missed my workout last Monday, which is my usual blogging day, because I completely messed up my neck. I flipped over in bed Sunday morning and was greeted by the sound of a very ominous pop and a startling amount of pain. Several trips to the chiropractor and repeated applications of a heating pad later and I felt better. Sunday, Monday and most of Tuesday had come and gone, however.
I figured I would fess up, confession being good for the soul and all, and simply admit that I had missed my workout. But, then, it began to dawn on me that "flipping over in bed" was kind of a lame reason for being in as much pain as I was. So here is the "official story."
It was a typical day for me. I had only just returned from my usual trip to the superhero supply store. Knowing I had just the right number of capes and identity concealing masks in the linen closet as well as the needed pairs of geeky glasses to help with my alter-ego, I began preparing the entirely homemade, impressively nutritious meal I always provide for my perfect and adoring family.
Suddenly, there was a frantic radio bulletin. A hardened, wily criminal had escaped the impenetrable prison in which he had been confined. What could possibly be done, the radio announcer bemoaned. Without thought for myself or the high-fiber, low-fat meal I was in the midst of making, I rushed for my cape supply, pulled on a flashy new mask and rushed to the rescue. As I single-handedly apprehended the fiend, there was a slight struggle and I found my head wrenched to one side, an ominous pop and startling amount of pain. But I muscled through and saved the day.
Whew! So glad to get that off my chest.
So, yes, I missed my blog posting. But isn't saving the world a pretty good reason?
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